Step at a time [O]

[trevor underwood]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: ffffff; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #585858; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 7px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANYONE NOTES: LONG START D8 CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #585858;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]As a child, Trevor hated doctor appoints. It meant being poked and scolded for the new scars or injuries that were inflicted due to his own reckless behaviour. Those visits always ended badly. Even as a small boy he was foul mouthed, and used his early learned words towards those men in white coats and often ran from the room. Sometimes he'd steal that weird heart hearing..thing they were so found of and make them chase him for it. Trevor was a rotten kid, he is more then happy to admit that. A grown man now, he still had doctors to worry about but eh didn't run around any more, curse loudly and grin at their shocked faces. Instead he was usually silent, holding in snappy comments and just let those idiots do there thing so he could be on his way. These scientists were so much worse though. They not only poked and looked over every inch of his body, they also stuck needles and wires in him, made him stay for hours on annoying, beeping machines and treated him like a lab experiment. Well, he sort of was, but it didn't mean he enjoyed being treated like one. It had taken five hours this time, all the tests and bullshit they put him through. Oh, the questions were even more annoying. The fuck did they do to come up with these? Fine, his eating habits made sense, but his 'physical relationships' and how many or how often they were shouldn't be any of there business. That had nothing to do with him and his difference from others. Sitting outside the facility now, the man was resting on a bench, hunched forward with a cigarette hanging from his lips. As he sighed, the smoke spilled from his mouth, shaped in an annoyed frown. His eyes were locked on his fingers, staring at them silently. The ink there, spelling out 'death' - a choice as a teenager he didn't regret - and stood out against his tan skin slightly. Slowly curling his hands in to fists, the soldier held in the urge to sigh again. Fuck, he hated days off. He had nothing to do - he liked hunting those freaks, carrying a gun and quite often being allowed to play god, choosing who gets to live and die. At the moment though, he was thinking of his own mortality. It had been four months since he for this power.. and he was doing good. The second month he had slept for three days straight and they were sure he was going to die - he didn't. During the third month, he started to cough up blood but never really mentioned it - he did off handedly to the nerds behind this project and gave them heart attacks. This fourth month, he felt great. The blood was coming up less - only when he pushed too hard - and he had been running again, back to his usual work out and able to keep up with the others in his area again -- he was in perfect shape. Oddly, it bothered him. It wasn't that eh wanted something wrong, but more so the fact his body adapted so well to this. It was already pretty fucked up - the coats told him his chances were high, since most of his body was so fake.. how lovely. Fuck he hated these tests. They always put him in a bad mood. Scowling still, he pulled away the stick from his mouth and just coughed lightly. "shit.."[/style]

[dominic scarlet]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/1ncId.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/1ncId.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS 622 ❚ TAGS trevor ❚ NOTES lame is lame[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] “Fuckin’ Christ.” That was the only thing that Dominic could utter at the moment. That very dreadful moment for him. Dominic crouched over the corner in the bathroom facing the wall as he coughed, a painful expression on his face. It started three days ago when he wasn’t feeling well at all. That damned human guardian watching over him called his parents even though he promised he wouldn’t. Dominic trusted him but that’s not what the outcome was. During the time he was on patrol, his father’s car stopped by in front of him, a familiar figure came out of the car, abducted him and pulled him out of his duties to be driven off to the facility he was familiar with; the Stonegrave testing facility. In there he was locked up in one of the many rooms for their human lab rats. Well, Dominic was placed in the old room he used back when he himself was still a human test subject for their project. He’d wait patiently in the room while they didn’t need him or he’d be busy screaming at the top of his lungs on how much pain he’s been going through. It usually ended up in the worst case scenario where in it involved his newly gained abilities and combustions that manifested in his cell. Usually, they’d end up putting him in a straightjacket or chaining him to the bed post with a blindfold over his eyes. It was cruel and what made it suck was the fact that it’s his parents who resolved that matter through that solution. Ah those were the days. Even though they were bad most of the time, he still had his siblings at that time to give him the slight blast he needed through those hard times. He missed those days, even those at their worst because it made him somewhat competent and stronger now at another sense although that being said, he didn’t really miss the fact that he was vomiting blood all over again just like now. Heck, he loathed all the side effect of being a super human individual. Well yeah, it did practice his tolerance and all but the fact that he’s losing blood; it’s not really nice at all. Another gush of blood came out of his mouth at that time, probably his last after the twenty-minutes he’s in there. It was a good thing the surveillance camera can’t see that specific spot or he would be sent back to his cell yet again. If it wasn’t for the fact the pulled off a healthy act in front of his parents, he wouldn’t be making his way out of there. Dominic stood from his spot before he walked over the sink and washed that crap off his face as well as his hands. Blue orbs watched the trail of blood mixed with the clear water before its gaze shifted to the mirrors reflection; eyes of blue stared at the pale complexion of the image before him and then to the puddle of blood across the room. A heavy sigh was given out. Dominic walked out of the bathroom, cheerful as always to prevent any suspicion from any of the staff in there. He walked outside of the building and planned to leave the place as quickly as possible. But he didn’t. From the corner of his eyes, a familiar figure sat by the bench. It made Dominic’s lips stretched into a Cheshire grin and faster than the speed of light, he dashed for the empty spot next to that person like his life depended on it, sat there unnoticed and eyed the familiar elder smoking a stick of cigarette and utters a curse. “You okay there?” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: ffffff; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #585858; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 7px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: DOOOOM NOTES: NGH CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #585858;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Of course he was going to show up when Trevor was feeling shitty. That annoying bag of endless energy. Really, the kid never seemed to burn out, and it drove Trevor crazy - that idiot needed to sit back and sleep once in a while. Giving Trevor a good two hours without a headache for once. The boy was ignored for a few moments while Trevor coughed, then merely placed the smoke back between his lips. Leaning back on the bench, he slumped a bit, dark eyes locked on the other, narrowing his gaze silently.What the fuck could he want? Trevor was going to snap, but stopped. If the boy was here, it meant he went through what Trevor did. .. Maybe he could be a bit nicer. After all, it was simply hell in there. "Got a check up..?" He mumbled this words,eyes soon shifting away. He didn't like staring at the other too much - worried that bright smile burn into his mind or something. He had never seen the kid anything but full of grins - it got pretty fucking annoying. Still, he sighed and slipped his hands into the pocket of his jacket and let his eyes fall closed, tilting his head back a bit. He was still cautious of the smoke, not tilting back far enough to breath in the smoke; he wasn't a moron. Was he okay? Fuck no he wasn't, he just got used as a pin cushion, told he was too 'loose' with hsi ways with others and scolded for not visiting more.. plus he ran into him. That hyper doctor that somehow was so sure they were friends or the like. It was bloody annoying. He didn't want that man's stupid hugs. Sighing, he sat up properly, frowning at him. "They the hell does it matter to you? 'm not some bloody chick that is about to sob to you over something small and pointless, idiot." The words snapped, his eyes narrowed, cold as he waited for the child's response. Was he going to run away?

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[dominic scarlet]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/1ncId.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/1ncId.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS 430 ❚ TAGS trevor ❚ NOTES lame is lame[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] “Awww.~ Don’t be so stingy. I’m just being considerate here!” he said and gave a subconscious pout for some odd reasons. Thought it sounded like there is a hint of mockery in his voice, Dominic was, in fact, concerned for the other’s well being. It was odd really. For an individual who only thinks of himself twenty-four-seven, it was simply special. In fact, it was a privilege to even have his attention and concern to anyone else other than himself. Dominic only ever did give care to people whom he deems worth all that. And yes, the ones he feels affection for. This old man before him, Trevor Underwood, was one of them. Sadly, the feeling wasn’t mutual. The man hated his guts and every single thing about him while Dominic in turn just adores him in an unrequited way. He could never say it out aloud to him that he idolized him. Never. And just suck all the shit up and he got use to his stingy personality towards him. “And to answer your earlier question, no. I got my ass abducted by men in black three days ago while I was on a job. “he said calmly, his gaze averted elsewhere. Not that he expected him to ask, Dominic wasn’t one who wants to dwell on the topic. Aside from the vast amount of blood that flowed from him, it was the fact that he was confined till he got better per request—no, command by his parents to those subordinates who were under their wing. They said it was their duty as his parents to be oblige to care for him in times of need but this, was understood by Dominic as ‘we need to keep any eye on your progress’. Even though it pisses him off that they just don’t say it straight to his face, he kept his cool and just played along with it. “I assume you’re here for the check up?” His blue hues stared off to the male figure beside him; observing his features from his angle. The younger doubted that he needed any check up at all. Unlike him, he was completely in control. It’s hard to believe that this macho man beside him was a super soldier like him as well. Most likely the fact that he’s so macho when hybrid vigor results are known to be sickly at some point. Yet Trevor on the other hand wasn’t like that at all. That’s why Dominic admired him. He got that thing under control. And basically, he’s just one badass motherfucker, [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: ffffff; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #585858; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 7px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: DOOOOM NOTES: HE SO MEAN ): CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #585858;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]He wasn't going to leave - they both knew it. It didn't matter what Trevor said, did, even if he walked away - that runt would follow him. It was ironic, how Trevor wasn't fearful to take on anything, honestly, and yet this kid made him flinch. He was loud, pushy, overeager and a people pleaser no doubt. Holding the cigarette between his lips, Trevor shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and fell into a more comfortable, slumped position. His back pressed against the bench, dark eyes staring at the child silently. The kid was talking, and he was listening slightly, before frowning now. He had been taken? This is the point in which he was meant to show concern. Yet he couldn't find any. "Don't take candy from strangers, dipshit." His voice was a bit low since the other was close, plus he honestly didn't care of the other heard. Sighing a bit, the smoke spilling out.. he slowly nodded his head, mumbling once more. ".. One of the fucking doc's enjoys making me miserable and tell my boss to send me in.." He almost growled his words before pulling out a hand and moving away the stick so he could tilt his head back against the bench.. letting the hand rest on his knee, the ashes pointed towards the ground while he still cast the other a sideways glance. "So, runt, you dying yet?". He added a few more words, making the blow perhaps a bit nicer. "..I wouldn't think so soon.. you seem - oddly - not as pathetic as you act.. what did the coats have to say..~?" He was actually curious. There was not many like Trevor - that offered themselves to be subjects - so he found amusement is watching the others, the once forced, how they struggled with loosing their life because of other' people's interference. It was like a mouse in a maze - it was nice to watch them panic.[/style]

[dominic scarlet]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/1ncId.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/1ncId.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS 466 ❚ TAGS trevor ❚ NOTES lame is lame[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] “Ah~ I wouldn’t accept treats strangers at all but it was my dad offering them to me. Besides, it’s not like I wanted, I just got my ass hauled over in that car.” Dominic spoke as he looked elsewhere. True words are spoken. He never had a choice when he was abducted. He was never given one. It would be no good if he told his parents since he’d be held captive at once. He never liked being restricted. And, keeping it a secret to himself would actually give him freedom but not a long life span yet he stuck with the latter. If only that caretaker of his could shut his trap once in awhile, he might not be in this place at all. Food sucked in there and that’s just something Dominic didn’t like. The blonde’s eyes suddenly averted their gaze towards Trevor, astonishment filled his blue hues. It seemed like the elder had the excuse of having checkups only to have his ass dragged back to this place and annoyed. Dominic couldn’t help but laugh at that; the thought of someone else annoying the other made him amused to no extent. To think that there was someone else in this world who enjoys ticking Trevor off to insanity and what more, that person was so close. Dominic just had to meet this person and have a devise a combo attack on Trevor at some point. It wasn’t impossible at all. Besides the fact that he has his parent’s connection to rely on, he was pretty much well known in the facility thanks to his mom and dad. Scarlets were pretty involved in this mutant-human hybrid project so there was no way they wouldn’t recognize them. Dominic took about somewhat five minutes before his laughter died off and now, he was catching his breath. A question or two thrown at him. His body made a sudden gesture. Stiffness overtook his body. What did they say? He didn’t want to remember. “I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention. I could care less anyway~” he voiced in a cheerful tone, his blissful composure regained. The usual stuff was said to him as always. ‘Take care of yourself. ‘ came out of his mother’s lips before he was dismissed. He didn’t know what they meant. Should he be concerned by this or not? And so when asked how much longer did he have to live Dominic could only give a sheepish smile. “I honestly don’t know.” the blonde replied in his usual enthusiastic voice because honestly, he didn’t know how much long he had live. Not even estimations at that. “But before that happens, I ought to have that perfect woman by my side. I wouldn’t wanna die without being in love first. That would suck.” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: ffffff; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #585858; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 7px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: DOOOOM NOTES: HE SO MEAN ): CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #585858;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]This kid was opening up to him, and yet Trevor couldn't muster up any emotion over the fact. Then again, this kid always opened up to him -- it wasn't like Trevor didn't notice, he just chose to ignore him. Trevor chose to often ignore most people - it made them more bearable. To say he wasn't a people person was an understatement. He loved to hurt them, kill them. It was fun to play god once in a while.. His thoughts were getting the best of him. Trevor was starting to get lost in them before finally snapping back and staring at the other. He was thinking of his own time left. Trevor didn't fear death, but the people around him often reminded him of how his death was tearing at them. It was ..annoying. Sighing a bit, the dark gaze stayed on the other. ".. you're a virgin? my god you are pathetic.". He sneered this.. his eyes narrowed a bit while shaking his head. Really, this day an age and yet still.. so /pure/, Bet he did nothing wrong ever. Fucking angel.[/style]